Answering the Call (bnha/mha x hxh)

Chapter 14

Third Person POV

"What- who are you people?" Pixie-Bob spat out.

She couldn't see it, but she was sure One was grinning behind his mask. "We're the new villains on the block. You can call us the Numbers."

The loud clashes of fighting drew Pixie-Bob's attention away from One. Her fellow heroes were losing. Badly.

She shuddered, the Numbers were unlike anything she had encountered before. No monologuing, no anger to cloud their judgement, incredible fighting ability, and worst of all was their lack of quirk usage.

Pixie-Bob could barely wrap her mind around the idea that these villains were just that good. She wondered if they even had quirks at all.

"I can't say this has been fun," One drawled, "do better next time. Sleep."

Pixie-Bob blinked slowly in confusion, why was she so tired? She slumped to the ground and was out before her head hit the cold hard concrete.

Hitoshi pulled out a small compact camera and snapped a photo of Pixie-Bob's defeated form. You never know when you might need a photo of an unconscious hero.

He knew that Illumi and Hisoka had done much the same.

Hitoshi whistled sharply and the three were gone in a flash.

"Pathetic." Hisoka stated.

Illumi nodded sharply, "We need to train more."

"I'll have Four update the training program." Hitoshi stated.

Hisoka grinned, "Do have him block off a section of time for sparring One~"

"You do need to work on your form." Illumi agreed.

-+-

Feitan patted the cheek of a terrified museum guard. The guard was trembling so much Feitan wondered if he'd pass out. He hoped not, he hadn't had his fun yet.

Feitan's eyes blinked over to where two other guards lay bloodied and unconscious. On second thought, one may even be dead.

He turned back to the guard tied up in front of him. He wanted to make him scream. "Pass out, die, stay awake, live." Feitan tilted his head, waiting for the guard to respond.

The guard nodded very quickly. Feitan smiled, good.

He started slow. He couldn't wait to see how long the guard's will to live held out before he inevitably lost consciousness due to pain. At which point he would die.

Feitan got so lost in the delightful bloodbath he had started he barely noticed Chrollo put a hand on his shoulder.

"He's dead Four. Leave it."

Feitan frowned, he had really thought the guard would last longer.

Chrollo signaled retreat and they were gone. Whoever clocked in tomorrow morning would be in for a bloody surprise.

-+-

The Numbers met up at Hitoshi and Dabi's warehouse.

Feitan made his way to the racks of clothing, picked out a clean #4 outfit and made his way to the bathroom to wash the blood off himself.

Chrollo deposited the bag of diamonds in Hitoshi's waiting hands and made his way over to the stack of wooden crates to sit at the top.

Hisoka perched himself on one of the window sills.

Illumi gracefully flopped onto one of the couches and toyed with the TV remote.

Hitoshi made his way to the workbench to inspect the diamonds. He had no doubt that Chrollo got him the best, but he still wanted to appraise them himself.